Boot Camp

“If you really want a good workout, you should do Anne’s Boot Camp on Tuesdays. It’s killer!”. I’ve heard this about a dozen times in the past week, since I started going to the Talbot YMCA. I’ve always been leery of “Boot Camps” at gyms though. The one I tried ONCE at the Salisbury YMCA was just an aerobics class and I’m not really sure where they got the notion it was a boot camp from. I was actually so upset about it in Salisbury that I started ANOTHER Boot Camp class at the Y. REAL Boot Camp. No music. Just you and me. 12 excercies, known as the Daily Dozen. 4 exercises on your feet, 4 on your face and 4 on your back. And me, standing in boots and utes, barking out numbers. Ha ha! (I miss that class)

Fast forward a year later to this morning. No base fitness. No idea what to expect. Just myself, Anne, and 5 women….. what have I gotten myself in to?

Ow ow ow. We get right in to it and, except for a water break here and there, the intensity doesn’t stop. Some exercises seem easy, except for the shear number of them. Others are hard right off the bat. I’m brought to the realization that I have NO core strength anymore. That will be the #1 priority over the next few weeks. If you can’t stabilize your core, you are going to get hurt and fail……

With the exception of the core work at the end, I am able to complete all of the exercises and reps. As I leave, I mention that I’d like to go and get a swim in at the Easton Y later this afternoon. Anne just smiled at me sadistically and said, “You may be sore for a couple of days.”. Lol. Point well taken. By the time I get home, I feel all of my limbs weigh about 100 lbs a piece. Oh well. No swim for me I guess…. I’ve got to go to work in Oxford anyway. Maybe tomorrow….. DEFINETLY tomorrow.

Boot Camp Class      Duration – 1 hr     Intensity level – 9

Suck it up, Buttercup!!

     That’s what I kept telling myself on my ride today. Monday’s are typically slow and very few times is it close to 70 degrees in November so I decided to go for a long ride while Laura suffered in the shop (sorry sweetie). I took out the Kestrel after all the modifications that I had made to it and hoped for the best.

WWWWWHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Man that thing is fast. I was comfy, tunes were jamming, life was good. *Sidenote: I wear an MP3 player sometimes on rides. Yes it is dangerous. Some fellow officers may even argue that it is illegal. BUT, most of the time I wear an earbud in my right ear (away from traffic) and keep the other one free, so that I can hear what is coming behind me.

18mph. 19mph. 20….21….23!! Woo Hoo! I finally fixed the cadence meter on the bike too and I’m very happy to be holding a 90 rpm average. That was my goal two years ago in New Orleans and I had one of the best rides of my life. That’s the goal again this year. I’m feeling good. I’m smiling the whole time and then BAM, I hit a rut on the side of the road near the pincushion. I’m still up and feeling ok, but I’m shaken. I need to get my speed back, but this would never happen.

I finish up the 1.5 to 2 mile stretch up to the Target turnaround and start back. WOW! Is there a strong wind or something that is holding me back? I switch down to the little ring on the bike and still can only turn an 85 rpm average, with a speed of only about 15mph. 8 miles and hour difference? And I don’t really feel that crazy of a headwind. What’s going on?!? I keep on limping along, changing between my aero position and a more upright position, looking at the bike in total disbelief. Of course I know that the problem probably is, my brake is probably rubbing from that hole I hit, but this is where “Suck it up, Buttercup” comes in to play. “Your weak. You’ve been out of it too long. THIS is your new speed. Deal with it.” All the internal voices drown out the music in my ear. But that one statement, “Suck it up, Buttercup” overrides them all. I WILL suck it up and deal with it. I WILL accept that, for now, this may be my speed and cadence that I can handle. But it WILL change, and only with hard work on windy days like this. I push through and ride all the way back to the shop.

Once there, there are clients who have been waiting for me to return. They have a brake pad that is stuck on their wheel and their wheel won’t turn. Hm… let me check something. Sure enough, I try to spin my rear wheel and the wheel moves about 6 inches and STOPS. Not slows down, not drags, it STOPS. Aha! Found my problem. I take care of the clients. I can get to mine after. After all, I’ve got many more miles to put on the bike before it is all over with.

Ride Distance  16.90 miles    Avg Speed    16.1 mph (stupid brake)      Total Time 1hr 2 min 47 sec

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